Singer: Bricks

The road home is always quicker.

Health is more expensive than dark nights.

Lenin is alive, Elvis is alive,
Hitler died 100 years before reaching.
Apple introduced iPhone eternal
On the national prize Golden gramophone.
The chair opened the master class.
The Vatican has confirmed: the aliens among us.
Volochkova showed the ass.
Hadarkovsky preparing to tunnel.
The policeman gave a bribe to the policeman.
The Patriarch oversees No rules fighting.
The Mayan calendar guarantees the end.
Horse-eater in the program Field of dreams!

And tomorrow to work
To get up very early.
Oh how I love
The Band Nirvana!
To forget would be a dream
But not in the mood.
Come winter -
Then birthday...

I'm tired of life,
Tortured bastards,
Somewhere to shove breaks, but it is necessary.
The apartment was a dump,
Bad luck,
Down with all the drinking, quit the Smoking!

All waiting for the moment
When you go to the bottom.
I'm your friend, one hundred percent,
You gently push.

What child would not teshilos - just would not hang

A woman is not a driver
Chicken is not a bird.
Choose yourself dumb not to spill the beans!

The bottom. I'm talking about the bottom, dope - the best of Satan the invention, a bastard in this case is not a dirty word, but the literal definition. Any addict read on my forehead "666" - the number of the beast. Every addict already sees himself in a coffin and thinks it's gonna hang around, do not believe!

I think I told her that I loved her, as before,
I believed that not dead yet's last hope.

Megalomania is just nonsense.
Ask: "do you love Yourself?" - answer - "Hy, Yes!"

If death
Offer me a meeting,
I say nothing,
Nothing.

I'm a man, I'm Moody, hairy and smelly

Ha ha ha, how funny,
Grabbed tummies
But all of what I sang,
Just like drugs